Due South

Like ships in the night, letting cannonballs fly. Say what you mean and it turns to a fight. Fist fly from my mouth as it turns south. You're down the driveway; I'm on the couch. Chasing your dreams since the violent 5th grade, trying to believe in your silent own way, because we'll be okay. I'm not going away. Like you watched at fourteen as it went down the drain. And pops stayed the same and your mom moved away. How many of our parents seem to make it anyway? We're just fumbling through the grey, trying to find a heart that's not walking away. Turn the lights down low, walk these halls alone. We can feel so far from so close. And I'm at the airport waiting on a second plane. I had to pack and you had pains and I was late. Headed to a red carpet and they won't know my name. Riding in silence of all that we wanna say. About to board when you call on the phone and say, "I'm sorry. I'll be waiting at home." It feels like we're learning this out on our own. Trying to find a way down the road we don't know. Like ships in the night, you kept passing me by. We're just wasting time trying to prove who's right. And if it all goes crashing into the sea, if it's just you and me, trying to find the light. You're passing me by. And should I find my way back to your side?